Long ago, there was a civilization that believed wisdom was stored in silence. Instead of writing books, they carved their knowledge into giant stone faces—guardians of thought—placed deep within sacred lakes. These faces were said to listen to the world, not speak, silently absorbing centuries of joy, pain, and change.

As time passed, people vanished, stories faded, and the waters rose. Only one face remains—half-submerged, still watching, still listening.

Now, it waits... not to be understood, but to remind us that even in silence, stories endure.
The surface may be still, but beneath it lie the whispers of all we’ve ever forgotten.

“Some stories aren’t told—they're carved, drowned, and patiently waiting.”
– 3D.Aashish